Half way in, line forty-four
No turning back, there's just the other shore
So on and on and on and on
The other year, it occurred to me
I don't accept their social currency
I have no use for their reward
Dinner with the President
Available, but they're not calling me
I live in town, it's not geography
Why won't this invitation come?
Dinner with the President
Maybe we don't have any common interests
Maybe we don't speak the same tongue
Maybe power lies in inaccessibility
Maybe power lies
Power lies
I don't exist in their world-view
But if I win I know what I'd like to do
Stand up and scream while food is served
Dinner with the President
Have you had enough?
Have you had enough?
Have you had enough?
Your plate is overflowing
Can't you see you've had enough?